[ the overall look appeases her. though the object on the table catches her eye and she moves to inspect it. Avenger's still got half her attention on Irisviel, at least, appreciating that they can agree on the handling of one's weapons. ]
I am... fine with what I have... [ she picked up the phone and turned it this way and that. then she tugged on what she had assumed was a smooth rope of some kind but it plopped off of it rather easily to clatter onto the floor. ]
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I am... fine with what I have... [ she picked up the phone and turned it this way and that. then she tugged on what she had assumed was a smooth rope of some kind but it plopped off of it rather easily to clatter onto the floor. ]
What? What is this?